Yes like a heart, and no the bow-tie should not be on the mask. A bow-tie is meant to be worn fantastically.
Hokey doke, so, from now on I'll try to keep my out-of-narrative voice to a minimum. Also, the narrative voice is a light purple, to reflect the idea that 'you're' a Phobe, and since it's easier to read. Ah, of course. Your mask. You don't know how it slipped your mind; it's just always felt so... Natural. Like you've had it your entire life... Nonetheless, you want to take a quick look at it. Make sure it isn't damaged. You slowly get up and approach the nearby window. Maybe you can catch your reflection; even with the general darkness, you come from a dark place (at least, most of your memories are in dark places), and have some basic night-vision. Yeah. That's your face. You sigh inwardly (you don't know why it's inward, since there's nobody around; maybe you're just used to it). You'd think something as vibrant as a heart would make you happy and jubilant, but in reality you're just-- ... Wait, how could you possibly forget how you act? It's the most bizarre thing in the world. Still, it seems just your luck, waking up an amnesiac--oh, great, you can hardly remember anything. Well, now is not the time to mope. You need to assess your current situation. And hope this is just a funk you're in right now; you'd really rather not be depressed. This room is small. There's a window looking out to the stars, with a broken panel next to it offering some light. You want to keep your distance, but there seems to be a pile of debris laying under it. Maybe something important is in there? Beyond that, there is a single door out of the room... you think. You cant see very well. The question is... What now? A bit dark and depressing, I know, but you have to improve the situation before you can get happy!
Check the pile of debris! Maybe something important IS in there! ...Probably not, but I mean, better that than leave and completely forget about it, right?
I don't see a bowtie anyway, you should rub your face in the pile and see if anything interesting turns up. You should also try to walk across the room and put your face against the door to see if it is in fact a door. What? Wait, they don't sense things with thier faces? SHIT!
<<I practiced with coloring in these; the first one doesn't look too great, but the next two look decent.>> That sparking hole-in-the-wall is disturbing, to say the least, but you're able to fumble around and find something conspicuous among the rubble. It's... An envelope. Your curiosity gets the best of you and you tear it open without a second thought. Inside, you find a letter (shocking, I know). "My Dear Phobe, I must apologize for what will be (and, at the time of your reading, will most certainly have been) a rather strange awakening. Allow me to offer some words in way of consolation: While I'm certain you will find this hard to believe, your loss of memory was entirely intentional on your part. I'd explain further, but... Well, what good would it do to forget only to remember? Suffice to say you wished to forget and move on to "greater things." Sadly, I was only able to provide one of those things. However, my service comes at a price, a price which you have already wholeheartedly consented to; your servitude. Obviously, a letter telling you that you have agreed to become a practical slave at a time of which you have no memory is to be doubted. Unfortunately, you don't have much of a choice in the matter. If you wish to live (and I'm relatively certain you do), then you'll have to do as I say; not because I would kill you otherwise, but because I'm the best chance you have to survive. You shall regularly receive instructions from me in various ways. Your first, offered via letter (this letter), is to reach the teleporter in this ship. I'd hurry, though; my... organization has hit a rough patch, and we had to cut some corners while acquiring your vessel. In short, it coud explode at any moment. Godspeed, Mister E P.S. If you hear voices in your head, I suggest you ignore them. P.P.S. I have a gift for you! Check your reflection." Well! That's a pleasant surprise! Slightly terrifying that a bow tie materialized around your neck, but pleasant none-the-less. But really, you don't have time to dawdle; you'd rather not die in an exploding spaceship. Pondering the message can wait; time to get outta here!
Right! You don't have time to ponder the letter; you need to get moving! Onward, to adventure!! EXCELSIOR!!! SONOFABISCUIT Right, this time, you'll not listen to the voices you were advised not to listen to. Okay, you were gonna do that anyway, so it's just coincidence.
You should find and push the big button that most likely activates the teleporter. If you can trust Mr. E, then he probably has some coordinates already inputted into the teleporter.
Well, you were going to look in that nearby locker anyways, so it's not like you're doing what the voices are asking, really. You just really need this flashlight, since you have no idea where-- ... Where anyone could come up with the idea that you couldn't see that teleporter! You mean, really, it's right there. It would take a special breed of unperceptive to not--ahem--anyways, it's only natural you find the controls, only you have no idea how to-- ... How to get these voices to stop stating the obvious! Seriously, you completely know what you're oh who are you kidding. Yeah, you'd totally be lost if you hadn't gone crazy and started hearing voices. Though it is odd, trusting this Mr. E person enough to expect him to have already put the coordinates in, and yet not trusting him enough to ignore the voices created through your obvious insanity. Eh, whatever. It's button pushing time. Bombs away! THAT WAS MUCH MORE LITERAL THAN YOU WOULD HAVE HOPED
You write the best exasperated characters. Now, as for your next move, I say....panic! Just a little. Maybe some flailing, maybe a bout of post-amnesia deranged chuckling if you're feeling jaunty. That seems the smartest course of action, anyway.
You should CALM DOWN! Everything will be okay, you just to keep a cool head and focus on the bigger picture. No that your head isn't cool anyway, I mean, that's quite the mask. Also, try to find some totally not obvious things to talk to yourself about, like conspiricies.
